Something in me loves bamboo...loves the slender gracefulness, the feathery fringe of its leaves. Each stalk is notched with growth spurts and each one reaches triumphantly towards the sun.

If you've ever seen bamboo
swaying in the wind, you've witnessed its flexibility. That's why
fishing poles are made out of bamboo, so they bend with the
weight of a reluctant catch. I, too, can bend and be flexible when I
need to. It's in my nature.

Bamboo gives us sustainable materials with which to build our furniture, floors, and other accommodations. Bamboo gives to us unceasingly, growing rapidly and replenishing itself over and over. One can almost say it is unlimited in its abundance.

The same life force which is in bamboo is in us. The same proclivity for renewal, grace, and reaching out is in our nature, too. And when we're connected with our source, we tap into an endless supply of all we need. Bamboo, like all trees, reminds us of our connection with the earth and with the sky, with our humanity and our divinity.

I am strong and flexible like bamboo as I renew and refresh myself in the Spirit.